Dinosaur
Maybe I am a dinosaur. Lyrics to songs weren’t always available instantly from Google or Soundhound. Many of my CDs and cassette tapes – yeah, yeah, dinosaur – came without printed lyrics. But … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Cursor
Everything goes white except for the b l i n k i n g cursor on the empty page. I would strangle it if I could. Maybe I could squeeze a few words out … Continue Reading
Potential
Apparently I have potential to do more be more. Who knew? I have wondered, sure. But I have also questioned if my view was inaccurate untrue. Could I do … Continue Reading
Informed*
The chair was uncomfortable, severe, and not what she expected it to be. Not that she knew what to expect, exactly. She probably should have assumed the chairs would be stiff, upright and rigid, like lawyers generally were. But shouldn’t … Continue Reading
Saltshaker
I can’t just turn feelings off as if they never existed, or pretend like they weren’t logical to feel in the first place. I was probably overreacting overthinking it being petty. … Continue Reading
Attention
I have read studies and heard various views about tactile learning, but I wasn’t able to identify it in myself until recently. I probably appear to be ignoring the world around me as I … Continue Reading
(Un)interesting
I keep trying to write something interesting fun cute whatever, but I am very uncreative tonight. (More than just tonight, I think.) There are lots of beginnings and stop-starts, … Continue Reading
Ten
Tomorrow is Jeff’s and my tenth anniversary. I keep trying to come up with something meaningful clever witty inspiring to write about it us. But I just can’t get it right. Part of why … Continue Reading
Self
I have spent a lot of time indoors the last year-and-a-half. After a run-in with pure evil antibiotics, the sun has decided not to play nice with my skin, and I had to put it on a – long – … Continue Reading
Rice*
He never laid a finger on her, he said. Technically, he was right. He was very careful with his words. The forearm to her throat as he pushed her into the corner told a different story. She cringed from the … Continue Reading